ToddMichael St. Pierre

Rookie - 0 Points (April 22nd / New Orleans)

Down-Low Dane - Poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre

she manages
to have someone...
(SCARCE is her word)
firm is her grasp
he pulls her close
hot venom sweet
like Cleo's asp
this afterlife
of neverlands
and promises
once made to me
by serpent same
on distant bed
when i believed
his eyes like she
i understand
the afterthoughts
of aftershave
and safety found
his scarf of gray
and burgundy
the after-bliss
that hangs around
yet time betrays
the dream devout
as snakes are charmed
and uncharmed fast
still i see you
in lavender
gray Easter skies
all overcast
i recognize
the aftermath
the sucker-punch
the 'last-2-know'
1- of-many-
toys of Satan-
the after-stench
of afterglow

**it lingers...

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 27, 2012

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